"In a few years, maybe River Cove Town will no longer exist."
The old bartender sighed and said to Zuo Yi, "We old guys won't be able to stay for long."
River Cove Town faced not only the disappearance of tourists and the loss of its most important source of income, but also the abnormal climate of Sarsanz, which had a huge impact on the surrounding environment. Even the town's original animal husbandry had been hit hard.
Many herdsmen's cattle and sheep were killed by lightning. Everyone was forced to leave their homes and move to safer places. At present, those who remained in the town were basically the elderly who could not leave their hometown.
But they could not hold on for long.
"Give me another glass of wine."
Zuo Yi handed the old bartender a hundred-dollar bill and asked, "When did this start?"
"Thank you."
The old bartender took the bill and poured him a glass of Kasasa. After thinking for a while, he replied, "It should be four years ago in August."
"It's July!"
An old cowboy sitting next to him corrected, "I remember very clearly that the thunderstorms began in July!"
Four years ago in July!
Zuo Yi's heart skipped a beat. He came to Barbaro in July four years ago, and then encountered a thunderstorm while hiking in Sarsanz.
According to the old bartender and the old cowboy, since then, the thunderstorms in Sarsanz had not stopped.
This was very interesting.
Zuo Yi could not help but fall into deep thought.
Boom!
At this time, there was a rumble of thunder outside. The sky, which was originally clear, was suddenly covered with dark clouds.
Then the thunder became louder and louder. From time to time, lightning flashed across the sky. The whole world seemed to be collapsing.
The old bartender was obviously accustomed to this. He turned on the lights in the tavern and continued to chat with Zuo Yi.
At this time, it was raining heavily outside. Bean-sized raindrops hit the roof and glass windows, making a crackling sound.
Bang!
The door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open, and three burly men rushed in while cursing.
They wore leather jackets, high leather boots, cowboy hats on their heads, and revolvers on their waists. They looked fierce and tough, instantly breaking the original atmosphere in the tavern.
"This damned weather!"
A burly man with a scar on his face strode to the front of the bar and said to the old bartender in a rough voice, "Give me two boxes of Kasasa, hurry up!"
The old bartender looked rather nervous. He shook his head and said, "No, I don't have that many Kasabas here."
The scar-faced man's face instantly turned gloomy. "What? Are you afraid that we can't afford it? "
He even turned his head to look at Zuo Yi, who was sitting next to him, with an unfriendly look in his eyes.
"There really aren't two boxes."
The old bartender smiled bitterly. "If you don't believe me, you can take a look at the wine cellar yourself. I haven't restocked in a long time."
There were no more tourists, and only a few old people were left in the town. It was a miracle that his tavern could survive until now. How could he have the money to buy more goods?
"Forget it."
The scar-faced man waved his hand impatiently. "Give me as many as you have. I want all of them!"
The old bartender had no choice but to go down to the wine cellar below and bring up the remaining Kasasa for the other party.
The scar-faced man asked his two companions to bring the wine. He took out a few crumpled notes from his pocket and threw them on the bar.
The old bartender's face showed that this amount of money was obviously not enough. But in the face of three fully armed burly men, he swallowed his saliva and did not raise any objections.
The scar-faced man saw that he knew what was good for him. He sneered and turned to leave the tavern.
The old bartender sighed and took a rag to wipe the bar with a helpless and bitter expression.
Zuo Yi frowned and asked, "Who are they?"
The three burly men who had just left did not look like tourists or local townspeople. Instead, they had a similar temperament to the gangsters in the slums of Saint George. He could not help but feel strange.
What were these people doing here?
Bang!
Before the old bartender could answer, the door of the tavern was pushed open again. The scar-faced man had returned!
"You …"
He pointed at Zuo Yi and asked aggressively, "Is the Cherokee outside yours?"
Zuo Yi drank the wine in his glass. "It's mine. Is there a problem?"
"It's mine now."
The scar-faced man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Give me the car keys."
As he spoke, his right hand pressed down on the handle of the pistol hanging from his waist.
There was no doubt that he was trying to intimidate him!
"Get lost!"
Zuo Yi's answer was very simple.
The scar-faced man was furious. He grabbed the revolver without hesitation, ready to teach Zuo Yi a lesson.
But before he could pull out the pistol, an invisible force suddenly slapped him, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string.
He went back to where he came from and flew straight out the door.
Bang!
The door of the tavern closed, blocking out the sound of the wind, rain, and screams.
The old bartender and the townspeople were dumbfounded. (⊙ o ⊙) (⊙ o ⊙) (⊙ o ⊙) (⊙ o ⊙) …
Just now, they all thought that Zuo Yi was going to suffer a big loss. They never expected that the fierce-looking guy would suffer retribution.
Zuo Yi's expression didn't change at all, as if he had just chased away a fly and wasn't worth mentioning at all.
He put down the glass and tapped on the bar with his finger.
The old bartender came to his senses and quickly refilled Zuo Yi's glass while looking at the door worriedly.
The old bartender was worried that those people would come back for revenge.
But his worry was obviously unnecessary. Soon, the roar of an engine starting came from outside and disappeared into the distance.
The other party ran away.
"They are Thunderstone Hunters."
The old bartender was secretly relieved and said, "They should be coming from Sarsans' camp."
The large-scale thunderstorm phenomenon four years ago turned the former holy land of hikers into a forbidden land of death. After many travelers died, no one dared to go deep.
Later, a local herdsman found a very strange stone near Sarsans. When touched, there would be a strong electric shock, and it was black-blue in color. It was quite beautiful.
This stone was named "Thunderstone" by the locals, which meant that it was a gem produced by thunder and lightning. It was sold at a high price.
Then, treasure hunters called "Thunderstone Hunters" heard the news and built a camp at the edge of Sarsans. They risked their lives to enter Sarsans to search for thunderstones.
The number of thunderstones was very small, and the search and excavation was very dangerous. Therefore, the Thunderstone Hunters who could persist were all daring desperadoes.
The camp of the Thunderstone Hunters was not far from River Cove Town. Sometimes, they would come to the town to purchase supplies.
The townspeople hated the Thunderstone Hunters, but there was nothing they could do.
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